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Being unusually obliging and desiring a quick end to this upstart's posturing, Szanod called upon the eldricht energies of the Netherworld. A dark, misty aura surrounded him and gathered around the barbed spikes of his armour and the horns on his helmet. Such a power rendered his armour particularly leathal, as aside from physical damage, they also chipped away at the resolve and hope of an opponent, making the battle even swifter.
Finished with his preparation, the devil guardian gazed upon Matt with half-closed eyes, the bliss of battle soothing him. Suddenly, he opened them wide and sunk into the earth once more, this time emerging rapidly from Matt's left side as he threw a vicious haymaker punch. Such was the speed of his attack that a gust of wind was generated, buffeting the other warrior as he attempted to react to the onslaught.
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